Mandi’s date wore a white belt before they were cool.
Prom. What a bizarre tradition. A party to reward kids for merely showing-up at the state-run daycare for 12 years and occasionally doing a little homework. A celebration of finally being free. Free to slave at a minimum wage job or go on to another school. A rite of passage into the adult world of binge-drinking and date-rape.
But mostly it’s the night the coolie-woolies look forward to the whole school year and nerds dread.
Except those nerds who plan to pull an Andie Walsh and stun the room with their stupendously ugly homemade dress and win the guy. I’m sure many an unfortunate nerd has attempted to emulate the climax of a John Hughes movie to the amusement of their classmates.
Neither Mandi or Jakob went that route. Though Mandi did steal her dress from a prop-room and Jakob wore hand-painted Chuck Taylors. So maybe they both kind of did.